The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

The First Champion Chapter 459

In the study, there are many figures, and a lamp is like a bean. Yang Lin is lying on the table, looking down at a chapter of the map.Apprentice Cai Xian held a candle and helped him light it.

"Warrior must perish! Wanyan Agu Datu is also arrogant. The little Nuzhen has occupied almost the entire territory of Daliao, and she is not dead. It is fighting Youyan, and it is fighting Yunnei, expanding!"

Yang Lin slapped the table to cheer himself up: "We will win this battle."

There was Song Jiang standing with his hands behind his back, Bai Shizhong and Gao Gan were sitting on the chairs, and Ma Kuo, Yu Xuzhong, and Wu Min were standing behind Yang Lin, all a little excited.

The battle that started tonight had already been notified to Bianliang. Although it appeared to be a battle between the Liao and Jin Dynasties, in fact, the soldiers and horses of the Song Dynasty accounted for a large proportion of it.

The two generations of western armies have all left Yanmen Pass. If they don't fight well, the land of Qinlong will also be at risk.

Even the Jurchen Tartars could enter the hinterland of the Central Plains from Hedong. At that time, they could only mobilize soldiers from Youyan and Northwest to defend.

Yu Xuzhong said in a low voice: "Master, the style of play that blooms everywhere is most suitable for the fortress tactics of the Western Army. Can we start?"

"Start! Send an order to the governor of Qinlong to summon the people and prepare to build a fortress in Yingzhou. Our strategy is to use the fortress to defeat the Tartars. If one is not enough, we will build a hundred. If a hundred is not enough, we will Just build a thousand."

Song Jiang also interjected: "Do you want to mobilize some troops from the northwest?"

Yang Lin had thought about this issue a long time ago, so without hesitation, he blurted out: "No, the Northwest Tibetan soldiers and Qiang soldiers should still be dominated by the Western Regions. If the army is away for a long time, it will inevitably cause disaster. I will not go to the Western Regions Protectorate for a long time. I don’t know what it is like now. After the New Deal stops being so hard on people, it’s inevitable that we’ll have to go west.”

Song Jiang once commanded a force that was not weaker than the Western Army. He inevitably wanted to seek some benefits for his old subordinates.

Hearing Yang Lin's objection, he didn't insist. He just said: "Northwest soldiers dare to fight and can fight. It's better to station troops on the border. If there is a problem in the cloud, they can be called nearby."

"That's fine, let Su Keye and Bie Suye leave Fugu, if not, go straight to Shuozhou."

As the night darkened, Yang Lin was still agitated when he sent a group of people out of the house.This battle was so fucking exciting, it's a pity that I couldn't come in person, and fortunately I wasn't there, otherwise I would be so nervous that I couldn't sleep because of my cautious temperament.

Seeing everyone boarding the carriages, Yang Lin waved over to Lu Qian: "The night is long and the battlefield is in our arms, how can we sleep peacefully?"

Lu Qian pouted: "Where are you going?"

"Emperor Ji Rou Hui, long time no see"

"My subordinate understands."

Chapter 551

The states in Yunnei are full of wolf smoke.

On the Xiaoxiaosang River, the waves are rolling. The river at this time is much wider than that of later generations, and all kinds of small boats are scattered on it.

On every small boat, there are Song soldiers with red tassels and uncut hats, salvaging the corpse of Paoze.

The Han people pay attention to the return of fallen leaves to their roots. Although they cannot be as safe as the soil, if they can be burned and brought back to their hometown, it is considered a great kindness.

In a bloody battle just experienced, a Jurchen Muke was besieged here by more than a thousand cavalry from the Western Army. The two sides fought from early morning to sunset, until all the Jurchen Tartars were wiped out.

The setting sun was like blood, sprinkled on the sparkling water surface, causing ripples like golden armor.

The two older Song Jun squatted back to back by the river, took out the bamboo flute in their arms, and played a ditty of their hometown.

There is still such a leisurely cleaning of the battlefield here, but it is a different situation north of the river, and the fighting is still fierce and tragic.

The last elite knights of Khitan collided with Jurchen's elite under the command of Wanyan Loushi once again.Both sides slowed down their horses, and neither of them expected to go away with a single blow.It is to separate life and death in this battle group that has already fallen too many corpses!

Weapons flew, blood spattered, and horses neighed.The little sparks splashed by the blades on the armor of both sides danced in the thick yellow dust and smoke splashed by the horseshoes.

The fierceness of the collision of two elite cavalry is shocking!

Under the protection of several personal guards, Wanyan Loushi's subordinate Muke Jinhu rushed left and right, roaring again and again.Fight hard.He changed two long weapons, and they were all broken. At this time, he relied on the riding shield tied to his left arm to protect him, and swung the Bohai steel sword with his right hand to fight to the death.

Yelu Dashi came to the battlefield in person, wearing armor, and several times he wanted to go off in person, but was tightly held back by the people around him.

Today is different from the past. He is the emperor of Khitan and the spiritual pillar of all Khitan people.If something happened to him, this battle would be impossible to fight again.

The little soldier's heart that has been gathered with great difficulty will also dissipate.It is no exaggeration to say that the current Khitan is supported by Yelu Dashi alone.

Beside Wanyan Loushi, several Moukes advised one after another, "Loushi, the Khitan barbarians are desperate, should we retreat for a while?"

Wanyan Loushi looked around and scolded viciously, "Since we Jurchen Erlang started our army, when have we retreated in front of Liaogou, should we start with Loushi?"

Suddenly, a golden drum sounded on the left side of the battlefield, and a mass of cavalry poured out from the foot of the mountain.

The leader is a group of cavalry generals in the Song army, young and vigorous, arrogant and good at fighting.

Behind them, a wave of cavalry has appeared, opening the front.A Song flag fluttered above the head of this cavalry army.Yao Pingzhong, the young Taiwei, slowly lowered the big gun in his hand.Then there were hundreds of spears and large guns, horses and spears, and they also fell flat, flashing a cold light!

Standing tall, Yelu Dashi saw it clearly, clapped his hands together and said, "Here we come! Xiyan!"

Yao Pingzhong on the left seems to have eliminated the Jurchen's vassal soldiers and horses, and rushed to kill them.

Yao Pingzhong took the lead, holding a large white gun of the Western Army in his hand. The blade of the gun was sharp and the barrel was flexible, and he could wield it very smoothly since he was a child.And it weighs seven or eight catties. With the strength of a galloping horse and the incomparably sharp cutting edge, it hits the body, the armor is flat, and the blood is splashed!

In the battle formation, he passed another Jurchen tartar and chopped off the horse's head with a single swing of his sword.Before the Jurchen knight could pick up the stirrups and jump away, he followed the horse and rolled into the dust. The guards behind him got on the horse and were about to step on it, but they let out a scream and were stabbed off the horse by a Jurchen tartar who came suddenly. .

Yao Pingzhong heard it clearly, he gritted his teeth and circled the horse's head, and was riding alongside the Jurchen Tartar, riding a shield with his left hand, blocked by the shield, it was the Jurchen titan Jin Hu holding a long sword.

Jin Hu's left arm was also numb from the shock, staring at Yao Pingzhong, wishing he could tear him apart.

Yao Pingzhong glanced at the ground, his own soldiers were already dead, and all generals valued them very much, not to mention a man like Yao Pingzhong who was known everywhere.

He didn't say a word, here he said that the horse folded once, the speed of an ordinary horse must be extremely slow when it folded twice, but the horse under his crotch was still very fast.

Jin Hu turned around as hard as he could on the horse, his long sword couldn't get out of the spear shaft, so he could only pin the spear head with the hilt, twisted his wrist, opened his eyes and roared angrily.

Yao Pingzhong suddenly dropped his white spear, dodged and landed on the horse's belly, pulled out a slender Japanese sword with his right hand, and inserted it into Jinhu's rib.

Jin Hu raised his sword to expose his ribs, and was pierced through with a single knife. The surrounding soldiers of Song and Liao burst into cheers when they saw this murderous Jurchen hero fell off his horse and died.

Yelu Dashi was so excited that he came to the drum in person and beat the drum vigorously to help.

Wanyan Lou Shi's eyes were red and his face was ferocious, like an evil ghost. Mouk stepped forward and said, "Lou Shi, get out!"

With a bang, this Muke, who was several times stronger than ordinary people, was hit on the head with an elbow, and after falling to the ground, he vomited blood, and it seemed that he would not survive.

"Anyone who dares to withdraw troops will end up like this. Take my cloak!"

Several personal soldiers moved quickly to help him put on his battle armor, and someone had already brought his war horse over.

"We, Jurchen, climbed out of the ice and snow, and exchanged our lives for our current reputation. How can we allow the barbarians of Song and Liao to bully us? These birdmen are just my defeated soldiers. They have been defeated by me twice. What's the point? Scared."

After finishing speaking, he jumped on the horse, his whole body was tightly stitched, and rushed into the formation.

Wanyan Loushi is recognized as the No. [-] general of the Jurchens, and in the hearts of the Jurchens, he is like a god of war.

Originally, this kind of scene was not the time when he was required to go into battle, and he was just holding the battle in the army to stir up the morale of the army.